11: Open - Nov 2021

Made Up Ideas

People made up the idea of God and I made up the idea of you… Both for the same reason, both urged from the same force, our fear of dying… If people can love God without having seen His face nor having heard His voice, then I guess, I can continue loving you even though I struggle to remember you… I found my religion in you and then you left without ever coming back… And…

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11: Open - Nov 2021

Lover of My Youth

Oh, lover of my youth, loving you was near to death experience… Your body was the deathbed where I’d lie to feel alive, while I was slowly decaying… Oh, lover of my youth, we taste our Karma in each other’s mouth… Will we erase it if we kiss more? You mistook me for your fate and then you run away… Oh, lover of my youth, we’re all born as tragedies that haven’t been written yet……

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11: Open - Nov 2021

Unhealed Wounds

I took off my mask and I replaced it with your mouth… Scandalous and reckless, I know! But I couldn’t resist the answer of my prayer, the replacement of the fabric touch with your half eaten skin upon my lips… Now, I returned to uproot with my small teeth whatever is left covering your skeleton… I swallowed each one of your freckles like antidepressant pills hoping to cure my incurable thoughts wearing white dresses wandering…

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11: Open - Nov 2021

For the Love of Writing

a writer sits alone in the dark, spilling dreams onto white pages, while the moon keeps watch with wide eyes, and it seems the more the writer writes the more pale it gets, the more stars show their faces, the more the night comes alive in a celebratory honour of truth on truth in a world of lies. a writer sits alone in the dark, stringing stories into a tangible form while the shadows slither,…

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11: Open - Nov 2021

Infidel

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Yours always leads back to the queen and her children, After dipping her regal staff in foreign lands. Infidel here is a raw truth: She can see the foreign presence within your poise, Smell her sundry scents succumbing to yours, Concatenate the lies hidden in your voice. Your mistress is not a pleasant sight, Neither is she worth flooding royal eyes. Infidel, I have…

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11: Open - Nov 2021

Forgive Yourself Child

“You’ve bullshitted bullshitters for too long it is enough now!” She looked at me, Tears in her eyes, Snot flowing to her mouth unnoticed. Her face softened as she continued, “For years now you have been bleeding, Slicing roads that lead to nowhere On your perfect brown skin With a knife from your imaginary friend. Grandmother must be calling from the grave. Ignore her dear. Ignore death itself. You ink the pages with confessional poetry,…

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11: Open - Nov 2021

Sanguine

Cut me asunder   Pull me apart  Slice me open Like a sanguine orange Red And bursting With the gist of life Life’s force and Life’s mystery A sanguine cove of blooming carnation A sanguine temperament Muted under layers of dust from the reticence From eons of aversion to  Our cage of flesh Our shrine of flesh The carnal and orphic and sacred Mother and Earth, dormant but breathing And Red Like rubies in Her womb…

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